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I walk in, ladies everywhere, smiling, winking. One girl, she look like my sister – I scream, “Nooo, not you!” Made me angry, heart go boom, like bomb in movie. “This is the end!” I yell, but no, she just laugh. I calm down, order drink – cheap vodka, taste like tractor oil. Brothel got dark corners, sticky floor, ugh, I trip, fall on big guy. He mad, I say, “Sorry, my king!” like in film. He punch me, I laugh – pain is funny!

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Alright, so where do I start? Think cobbled streets like Lazarenko Street – it's got that old-timey feel, with little shops and cafes, and I even once treated a client there who swore it was the "heartbeat" of the town. Then there's Babin Park – a green oasis along the small, trickly river called Byka. Seriously, sometimes I sit there after work, drink my coffee, and just reflect on life – kinda like that moment in A Separation when everything feels so damn real. You know, "if only we could all see things for what they truly are." Crazy, right?

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